Will something be remembered
Will something be forgot
In time and space and far beyond
Is what we do for naught
The pyramids created
Upon the human soil
Of excruciating work and pain
And never ceasing toil
Yet eyes look upward
And see beyond, the stars
No man’s work, behold
Surpass the task
Who wears the mask
Of life’s eternal One.
S. K. Lindeman